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Five hundred and twentieth chapters of the power of a stick(2/2)

If he was in his heyday, he would naturally not be afraid of the old man in front of him, but at this moment when he fought with the old man, his strength would only be further regressed, so he chose to endure.

But how could he understand the old man’s thoughts? He was taking advantage of his illness to kill him.

It's okay not to fight, but I have a condition.

When he heard the conditions, the man's expression calmed down a little, and he said in a deep voice: "What conditions?"

If you can take my staff, I will let you go, and the old man smiled and said.

When the man heard this, his face darkened.

The old man said this stick was calm, but he knew that it was not so easy to deal with.

However, he had no way out, and the old man's intention was obvious.

After pondering slightly, the man clenched his fists and nodded, "I will take you a stick."

OK, no matter whether you can take this stick or not, I will let you and your little brother go.

Come on, the man stands in the void.

The old man spitted on his hands, rubbed the saliva in his hands with both hands, and shouted softly from his mouth, come the stick!

In an instant, a simple dragon-head crutch appeared in his hand.

The head of the crutch is a golden dragon, and the dragon pattern is engraved on the crutch, looking shining.

Seeing the dragon-headed crutch, the man swallowed his saliva. He understood that the crutch was not as simple as it appeared, it was a sixth-grade magic weapon.

Are you ready? The old man looked at the man with a smile.

The man nodded with a solemn expression on his face.

In an instant, the old man's body disappeared, and the next moment he had appeared in front of the man, heading with a stick.

The man snorted coldly, and when he showed his hands, a black light overflowed from his hands, blocking the attack of the crutch.

Boom...

A violent roar came out.

Old guy, I will definitely get this account back in the future.

In the void, smoke was shrouded in the mist, but in the mist, a string of blood beads splashed out.

The old man looked at the disappeared man and the phantom man and said a little disappointed: "The treasure is still a little bad. I thought this stick would greatly reduce his strength, but I didn't expect that the stick would only eliminate his cultivation for two thousand years."

Although his words were not loud, they were heard into Su Xun and Shu Xiaosong below.
Chapter completed!
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